The Mekong's Song Poem by Natasa To

The Mekong wakes beneath the dawn,
A silver thread the sun rests on.
From mountain heights to delta wide,
It carries countless dreams with pride.

It knows the laughter of the rain,
The quiet joy, the hidden pain.
Through forests deep and villages small,
It answers every heron's call.

Its waters cradle fishing boats,
Where hopeful hearts and lanterns float.
Rice fields bow in emerald grace,
Reflecting sky in their embrace.

The river whispers ancient tales
Of kingdoms lost and monsoon gales;
Of children skipping stones at dusk,
And lotus blooms in morning's hush.

Though seasons change and currents bend,
The Mekong journeys without end.
A living bridge from past to now,
A sacred stream, a timeless vow.

May every wave remember still
The mountain's strength, the valley's will.
And may its song forever be
A hymn of life, wild, calm, and free.